Women are impregnated by fallen angels and urged to keep their silence.
They are cursed, their daughters became sirens and their sons became giants.
Aglaophonus, Leukosia, Ligeia, Molpe, Parthenope, Raidne, Teles and Thelxiope
All of them lost a singing contest to the Muses, which took away their hope.
The Muses plucked out their feathers and wore them as a prize.
With their wings clipped, the Sirens needed a new disguise.
Eventually their wings grow back in, but they were no longer able to fly.
Stuck on an island they took out their revenge on all sailors that passed by.
You would not want to be a passenger on a ship that goes near this island paradise.
The inhabitants here are not very nice and they will make you pay the ultimate price.
These unhappy winged maidens dwelt on a small island in a flowery meadow,
They cleared their throats to warm up their voices, as the wind began to blow.
Half human and half bird, they watch their harbor for ships going by,
Many a traveler is reduced to skin and bones, without knowing why.
Eight sirens distract men with their sweet singing on a Summer day,
Their hypnotic voices fill the air, as they look over their new prey.
The flowery island of Antheomessa draws sailors near its shores.
Treacherous rocks line the coast, so sailors come in with their oars.
The sailors stare at the beautiful bird women, while they drink their wine.
They listen to the enchanting voices, and they become frozen there in time.
The naked ears of the sailors are tortured by the sirens sweetly singing.
Their voices make them follow and the sky brings them down stinging.
They marvel at their beauty, as the Sirens call out their names.
Sirens start out singing softly, it is how they play their games.
Sailors put their glasses down, unaware that they will never reach their home.
They are put into an endless trance, their ears hurt and they begin to moan.
Near the raging sea, soft sultry voices sing out a melancholy tune.
The sailors start to cry and scream, hoping it will all be over soon.
The sailors are in agony now, as they hear the voices of the drowned.
Horror and despair take over the sailors, and their brains begin to pound.
The captain cries, as he sees his men dying all around him.
He devises a plan, knowing that things are looking grim.
He sees the siren’s face in a mirror, and he stabs it with a dagger.
Dripping blood, the Siren screamed and then she began to stagger.
The captain prays to Vulturnus, the god of the East wind.
Vulturnus never liked the sirens, so he begins to grin.
He blows harder and harder till their irritating voices are no longer heard.
The captain thanks the wind god, sets sail and wonders what just occurred.
He says, “we have just touched the distant beaches like the brave Ulysses.
We lost some good men, we ran away, but no one can ever call us sissies”.
Written for Devereaux Frazier Tuesday and Beth Amanda’s Go Dog Go Café Midwest Fantasy Tuesday Writing Prompt – where we are supposed to write a piece of prose around the word “sirens”.